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Unexpected Aftermath	By : AngelicPhantom Category: Kingdom Hearts > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Unexpected Aftermath
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Prologue.
It was his birthday and he was alone. All of his friends had faded away over the past two years and everyone he hung out with now was more of an acquaintance, there to fulfil a purpose and conspicuously absent when he needed more than a quick fix. On Axel’s bed were scattered numerous crumpled pieces of paper covered with scrawled story notes, crushed under an empty bottle of Bacardi.
Seated in the large bay window, one black-clad leg dangling down and arms hugging the other knee, Axel stared out over the immaculate lawn. Every few seconds he lifted a bottle to his lips and took a gulp of alcohol almost on autopilot, his mind somewhere very far away. It was only when the rain started to fall, hammering hard against the window that the teen seemed to come back to himself and stumble back to his bed. He avoided glancing in the mirror above his dresser as he had no desire to see his dishevelled red spikes of hair glaring against his drab black outfit, or the gaunt and pale blur that now passed for his face.
The day darkened into evening and Axel was well into his second bottle of rum. When he was finally able to summon the motivation he scrabbled in his desk drawer and popped the false bottom to access his stash of last resort. The contents of the secret compartment would have delighted a police officer and even the owner of said contents smiled mirthlessly at the size of the pouch in his hand. Propping himself up on his elbow he spread the assorted drugs out on his pillow to pick his high for his birthday.
Axel immediately set aside the ounce baggy of weed as his current level of coordination would make rolling a smoke pretty difficult. He paused briefly at the fabric bag containing his small collection of methamphetamine pills but then put the bag next to the pot. Fumbling with a plastic bag containing five tabs of LSD Axel was momentarily overwhelmed with a surge of self-hatred at what he had become and angrily tossed the bag back onto the bed. Sitting hunched over, hands balled into fists Axel fought against the sudden urge to burst into tears.
The spasm of self-pity passed quickly drowned in apathy and almost at random Axel snatched up a bag containing a jumbled mix of capsules and pills. Clumsily snatching up two pills and an opaque capsule the boy tried to still the trembling in his hands and gulped the pills down with a swig of rum. He sat for a second staring at the capsule resting on his palm before roughly shoving it in his mouth and washing it down too.
*****
He slumped bonelessly in the leather-covered chair. It had taken visits to nine different shops before he had found a tattoo artist who didn’t care that their prospective client was both underage and stoned out of him mind. Wrapped in a drugged haze Axel tried to keep his face still and not smile, reflecting that it should have been easier to find amongst the disreputable ranks of facial tattooists someone who would ignore the state he was in.
Possibly days, but probably less than an hour later, Axel staggered out into the night. Hearing the town clock strike 3am and starting to feel a little sick the teen decided it was time to head for home. Despite, or possibly due to his recent truancy he felt a strange urge to get to school in the morning and he knew any less than three solid hours sleep would put paid to that good intention. Silent buildings loomed over his unsteady progress and there was no witness, friendly or otherwise, to step in as Axel’s movements got increasingly more erratic until he eventually crumpled in a heap by a stone wall.
His head spinning Axel lay where he fell, unable to summon the strength to get up. He could hardly feel his legs, which was worrying and the leather fingerless gloves he was wearing seemed to be wet. As his head and neck wouldn’t cooperate to look down he settled for simply hoping that the wet feeling wasn’t blood. Lifting his gaze to the stars Axel watched in fascination as the brilliant points of light blurred and began to drip down the sky. At this point he gave up on consciousness completely and felt the velvety darkness enfold his mind.
*****
The week started normally enough. Well, normally enough for a life blighted by intermittent drug use, alcohol, lots of pain and a significant helping of neglect. For one thing Axel’s 17^th birthday came and went unnoticed except for a card full of cash from his mum who was currently jet-setting around tropical locations and a drug fuelled trip to the tattoo shop. Another awesome thing was the letter he received from the school to inform him quite cordially that his presence in an interview with the principal was required. And yet another thing was the four inch long cut on his arm that was refusing to heal. Just an average start to a week, nothing to see here.
Three days after his birthday Axel went totally off the deep end. It could have been the complete absence of anything resembling a friend, it could have been the increasingly empty space engulfing the spot where his heart should have been or it could have been the mounting evidence that even his family thought he was worthless. It could have been a combination of all three but at this point Axel had no more shits to give.
He woke up on the morning of Saturday February 28th to the silence of an abandoned house. This was unexpected because even though he pretty much lived alone in the huge mansion he had been anticipating his mother home when he woke up, fresh off a 4am flight from Neverland as per the short call he received the day after his birthday. As his mother was the only family he had that he didn’t loathe Axel viewed this short visit as a brilliant late birthday present.
In fact because his mum was due home Axel had even pulled it together enough on Friday to stagger into school for the full day and he had also resisted the urge to down few cold ones in the evening to take the edge off. Now as he lurched out of bed at 11am he found himself already having to fight the onset of black depression. Briefly checking his mother’s room to confirm that there was indeed no one there Axel reluctantly made his way down to the kitchen to the answerphone.
Axel gave into the gnawing in his gut and slopped a measure of Bacardi 151 into a glass, slamming it back in a smooth motion. He quickly poured himself another drink and before he could dither any longer he pushed the playback button on the answerphone. His mother’s voice filled the room and cut Axel deeper than any blade.
‘Hi Axie honey, I won’t be home for a while after all baby. You won’t believe what happened at the airport while I was waiting for my flight. I was in the VIP lounge and I got talking to this lovely man who ended up inviting me to holiday with him in Agrabah and it turns out he owns Red 13 magazine and he wants to give me a full spread! I hope you’re not too disappointed sweetie, I’ll send you some extra for your allowance tomorrow…’
Tifa’s voice broke off for a second and a loud giggle came through the speaker. ‘Zack, stop that, I’m leaving a message! Sorry Axie I have to go now, I’ll see you for Christmas if I don’t get home beforehand. Love you sweetie… Beeeeep.’
Frozen in disbelief Axel sat and stared at the answerphone. When he awoke to a house empty of his mother thoughts of a grounded plane and delayed flight had flickered through his head. What he had never even considered was that his own mother would blow off her only child for a guy she had just met an hour before. Axel loved his beautiful mum and did everything he could to try and be worthy of her attention and love; he knew that she didn’t mean to hurt him when she did things like this but that still didn’t stop the feelings of inferiority and worthlessness that slapped him across the face each time it happened.
By 3pm Axel was flying high on a cocktail of acid and DMT, nothing really seeming to matter anymore. The rooms of his mother’s huge house seemed empty and depressing so he set out with the simple desire to find a connection in the beautiful and enticing world beyond the house’s walls. His motorbike was tantalising in its presence and within minutes Axel was accelerating along quiet streets in search of an indefinable something.
The wind flung his crimson hair into fiery tangles and his helmet was a forgotten concept at this point. The blue sky above rippled like the surface of the ocean; reality not part of his vocabulary anymore. Swerving seemed like the thing to do so he did it, gaining a momentary thrill from each irregular jolting change of direction. By now his course had taken him out of the gated community into the poorer suburbs and Axel grinned like a lunatic every time he dodged the odd oncoming vehicle.
Anyone in their right mind could have predicted a painful and possibly deadly end to this course of action, but Axel was many mental miles from being in his right mind. In the end all it took was a particularly fast sweep around a corner combined with an unexpected person getting out of a parked car. Axel had a split second to feel icy fear shoot down his spine before his motorbike crashed full speed into the open car door throwing the other person out of the door and Axel headfirst over the pavement into some trees.
Afterwards Axel was never sure if it was the effect of the drugs or a complete break from reality but he was able to remember the agonised cries of the other man as a sort of soundtrack to his slow-motion flight. The crunch and shriek of tortured metal mingled jarringly with the visceral sounds of pain and Axel watched the approaching trees with detached fascination until the impact with the lower branches slammed him into darkness.
*****
Ventus had been sitting in his car and marking reports for the three psychology classes he taught at Destiny University. His day had so far been routine and he was looking forward to getting home because for once his little brother was going to make an attempt at cooking dinner. Ventus had made it a practice to not bring his work home but he sometimes snuck around this by slipping a few students’ reports into the car and parking outside his house to mark them. As his day finished at 2pm he was all finished with his marking by 3.15pm and ready to get inside and collapse on the couch.
Tucking the reports away in his work briefcase and sliding it under the seat Ventus opened the door and went to step out of the car. This was point when his day became anything but routine and his life changed irrevocably. Ventus’ left leg was out of the driver-side door and all his weight was on it when he heard a noise that sounded like thunder. The blonde man looked around just in time to see a black bike screaming down on him and then the impact threw him violently through the air.
Like with Axel events seemed to slow for Ventus. His left leg broke with a deafening snap and the momentum of the bike spun him brutally around into the door of the car which had been ripped free. The impact with the door almost felt worse than the initial collision of the bike as it cannoned into his right ribcage and dragged a jagged edge down the length of the inside of his arm before spinning away. Then he was flung out into the road to roll to a stop in a blood stained heap on the centreline. Consciousness persisted however and Ventus could hear the screaming of neighbours who witnessed the accident, the thudding of running feet and later he could hear the beautiful sounds of sirens, off in the distance but getting closer.
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